Shamsiel And The Little Father
Drawing - Color Pencil, Markers, Opaque Inks
This is one of over a hundred illustrations from the first book of the fantasy/adventure series titled "The Vine Of Hours". I am the author/illustrator. Shamsiel is suffering. He hates this environment more and more by the second. His clothing is torn and his flesh is scratched and bleeding from fighting his way through this impossibly thick subterranean forest of roots. This place creeps him out. He has never been down here for so long, and he has made an alarming discovery, they are moving! All the roots are moving minutely this way and that, writhing serpentinely, like millions of hanging snakes. Disgusting! Shamsiel stops struggling to push his way through the roots in his search for the Little Father. He is beyond frustration, and with the rage of one who is just about to lose control he screams out loudly from all four of his heads, " If he is here, why can't I find him?!" Immediately the Little Father walks out from between two very thick roots right in front of Shamsiel and says tenderly, "Shamsiel. what is the matter? Are you in pain?" The Little Father is a strange looking creature. His face is like no other in the world.There are no features as one would expect to see on the front of a being's head. His face is flat, viscious and watery, reflective, like a pool. What shows in the pool that is the Little Father's face is what, or who, is facing him. But not their exact features. No, not their features but their emotions, their true emotions at that moment. The exact emotions of the being facing him is what is reflected in the mirror that is the Little Father's face, be it good or bad, happy or sad, benificent, or malicious, it is all the same to the "pool of truth" face, which is always unerringly accurate.
August 1st, 2011
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